I slowly stalk through the room, as the lights flicker with a knife in each hand and a smile on my face. Passing bodies on the floor with blood pouring out my smile grows. I spot my next target and walk slowly towards them, humming as I go. I watch as they quickly back away, their eyes never leaving my knives. They stumble over a corpse and fall over screaming. I start cackling and they screech louder than I thought possible.

Slowly, I back them into the wall, as their screams turn into a whimper. I stab my knives into the wall on either side of their neck, pinning their shirt against the wall, and listen to them whimper and squirm. I drag my nails down their face marking it forever as the blood pours out. The scarlet liquid drips onto the floor, forming a ruby puddle. I grab my knives out of the wall and ask them if they have any last words. I hear a whimper that sounds like begging but I don’t do mercy or pleading. I release my knives and hear a thump as something hits the ground, bounces, then rolls away. I retrieve my knives and continue through the room whistling to myself.

As I walk I hear a thump, thump, thump behind me but I don’t bother to look.

The next thing I know I’m face down on the ground with a foot pressing down on my back.